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Yesterday was one of those really really weird days. I just don't know how to describe it.
These pants used to be tight on me and now they sag like crazy. I haven't been feeling well for the past few weeks, that nervous energy that snaps my eyes open at 5:30 in the morning and makes me physically ill at the smell of food. It's not very good, but there's nothing I can do about it, and I'm starting to get paranoid at the way I look and feel waifish.
In three weeks I'll be in Boston and the nervous energy will dissipate in the face of good company. Three more weeks. It's like a chant. When is Rye graduation? I think I need to be in town for that.
Damien Rice and Plain White T's song Hey Delilah is a terrible combination for relieving frustration.
These pants used to be tight on me and now they sag like crazy. I haven't been feeling well for the past few weeks, that nervous energy that snaps my eyes open at 5:30 in the morning and makes me physically ill at the smell of food. It's not very good, but there's nothing I can do about it, and I'm starting to get paranoid at the way I look and feel waifish.
In three weeks I'll be in Boston and the nervous energy will dissipate in the face of good company. Three more weeks. It's like a chant. When is Rye graduation? I think I need to be in town for that.
Damien Rice and Plain White T's song Hey Delilah is a terrible combination for relieving frustration.